She can hold onto her own
If [bad word] to push and shove
She has kept a lookout on
Over what's left of their love

And he keeps himself held back
For both their peace of minds
But he's no less quick to know
To [bad word] of what he finds

Ooh, see I should soon
Ooh, ooh, see I should soon

As they watch themselves grow old

Just to hear two things about
Just this talk inside his head

Ohh, I can't tell
How much all they seemed [bad word] And something in the way she tells me
I wish that I been gone

Ooh, see I should soon
Ooh, see I should soon
Ooh, see I should soon
…

She can hold onto her own
If [bad word] to push and shove
She has kept a lookout on